Bound - a Teamtrue2 short story

Bound I cant see, submerged in complete darkness except a beam of light coming through the bottom of this fine leather mask. Vision a side, I know every nook and cranny in this room as if seared into my memory. I've walked this square space countless times, my mind reeling at what it will feel like to fully submit under the watchful eye of so many. Its not the concrete walls so much that brings intrigue but what it all represents. There are all types of terrifying toys one can play with it seems. What constantly draws my eye sits at the very center. The hard floors are a deep dark red that makes me think of my own blood and vulnerability. I wonder if thats the point. A large black circle has been painted in the center where a soft silk pillow lays. My first time perusing the rooms I distinctly remember staring at that circle curious what happens there and who gets chosen? The second visit I toyed with the idea mid tour I panicked, turned on my heel and left. The third drop-in I slowly ran my palm along the cold walls as I stared at that red cushion and finally let my mind wander at the possibilities. Over and over again I kept revisiting this space drawn to this need to experience something greater, and now here I am. Blindfolded, Im left to listen to the surrounding noises while my body is on hyper alert. I wait for my command, kneeling on the silk pillow which protects my knees from the hard floor. It feels cool against my bare feet and I press down on my heels hoping to ground my emotions. Can anyone see my heart madly pounding against my chest? This thought alone terrifies me. Dont think! I scream internally, instead focus on your position and make sure its pleasing for Master. I force myself to inhale and exhale deeply to calm my pulse and my thoughts. My hands are positioned behind my back with my legs tucked under and thighs wide. Fully nude, my golden skin is glistening with oil you chose earlier. The scent is intoxicatingly masculine yet feminine and strangely soothing. My shoulders are pulled back with my head up high and my breasts are at full attention. Just the way you want, I have the look and position of total submission but this is a lie. Inside I am shaking with fear, fear of being watched by all of these people, fearful of disappointing you, and terrified of loving it and never turning back. The brat in me will never show this. I even toy with the idea of looking bored but that thought is as fleeting as it is foolish. Besides isnt this what I fantasized about and truly crave? I can hear the sounds of patrons enjoying themselves in the other rooms. Its an elicit lyrical mix of moans, slaps, grunts and trance. Its thrilling knowing that the light footsteps of those close are curious as to whats to happen. Ive been waiting patiently for a few quite some time, my mind has calmed and I need to be on my best behavior to please you. Suddenly there is not so much a shift of energy but a crackle of electricity in the room. My nipples react and are immediately hard as nails. I fight the urge to push my thighs together to hide my wetness. Heavy powerful footsteps can be heard as you slowly saunter over as though you have all the time in the world. I hear a few chuckles, and worry about what I am missing out on. Oh god this is happening. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Is my position not pleasing to Master? This possibility drives me crazy and my body starts to shake. There, there, my pet , you run one long digit down the length of my jaw and I lean into it hoping for more contact. You laugh but suddenly your hand is firmly around my throat, Tsk, tsk I didnt say you could touch yet, did I pet. This surely deserves a reprimand and so early in the night I can hear the disappointment in your voice as I whimper in shame. You turn away from me and I return to my position like a hapless dog waiting for her treat. Ah there it is, the collar is fastened around my neck gently, you tilt my head even higher. To whom do you belong? you question loud enough for the room to hear. Im still blind folded but I imagine looking into your eyes, as I whisper You, Master only you.